Several hours after sleep beckoned to Scott, he awoke atop the world's most luxurious treasure hoard. Uncertain of exactly what transpired earlier, he blearily opened his eyes and sought answers. Memories fogged over for unknown reasons, it took a moment for him to actually realize something profound. He was no longer in his human form.

Sonja, and to his short-lived surprise Ashton, were entangled together on the floor of his kitchen. His mind became a whirling kaleidoscope of radiant possibilities for a moment, but he got control of himself just in time for Sonja to awaken.

"Master?" she asked softly. A delicate yawn escaped her lips even as she stretched her arms out.

Freed from his beautiful prison between the arms of the two women, dragon-Scott slipped away from his hoard then looked back at the girls. He did not know if Ashton had discovered his secret yet or not, but at the moment he desperately needed to answer to the call of nature.

“I’ll be back. I have to go to the little dragon’s room,” said Scott. He then quietly waddled toward the bathroom, albeit with exceptional haste.

Sonja glanced at him then sighed loudly. He was in dragon form, but her lack of alertness allowed him to escape before she could give him a proper squeeze and cuddle. Given what he said, however, it was no doubt for the best. The results of such an action might prove less than appealing.

Scott reached the bathroom and tried to enter with all possible haste, but was denied entry. He rattled the handle then sighed. “Stupid lock, I really need to fix it.”

He waddled into his room and grabbed a screw driver from the modest tool box under his bed. Armed appropriately, he returned to the bathroom and popped the door open.

"I should do this stuff in human form," he groused. However, he immediately discarded the idea. Given his current state of bladder distress, and the potential for other concerns relevant to said distress, the result of placing a large amount of strain on his body might lead to a bad end scenario.

He did not bother to lock the door behind him. It would be a pain in the ass if he had to use the screw-driver to get out. Besides, what were the chances that either of the girls would want to look at him doing his business in the bathroom?

Scott began a series of maneuvers which could only be described as an acrobatic bathroom act. He lifted the toilet seat then turned to face toward the door. After a bit of clever maneuvering, he managed to perch atop the rim of the toilet and worked toward finding the end-point of his current unholy questline. If he could better control his form he would be able to do things like a normal person, but at the moment he was stuck in what many people would consider a forced side quest. His mission, use the bathroom in dragon form!

It was almost too bad that he would earn no loot for his efforts, however. Rather, it was a good thing. Given the kind of loot his current actions would generate, he would not want it anyway.

As soon as he started to relieve his bladder, the sudden sense of impending completion became the root cause of a powerful realization. His draconic colon to make a new desire known. It was now a chain quest! Scott groaned loudly then adjusted his position after he finished his first business. He could not just sit down on the toilet as his tail had a thick base, and his angle of defecation would require that he maneuver a little more. Eventually, he found a position that worked.

Scott perfected a new draconic hover and squat maneuver that caused him to place both feet on the rim of the toilet while he arched backwards. His tail rested on the tub, and he used his forepaws to hold his body up. Much like a bizarre exotic dancer, his feet clutched at the side of the rim that faced the door and he was nearly bent over backwards to complete to maneuver. One forepaw held him up by grasping the rim behind him, while the other rose into the air for balance. The after-effect of his maneuvering looked both ridiculous and obscene, yet it positioned him well.

During the time that Scott had been making his attempt to find a proper poop position, Sonja heard a knock at the door. She groaned loudly then whimpered a little. Her master was answering a call of nature. She would have to answer the door.

In a way she had to perform a waddling motion of her own, as the position she slept in previously had not been the most restful. She opened the door then blinked. A beautiful girl wearing a simple dress and a set of glasses stood outside.

“Shara?” she asked.

"Morning!" said Shara in a light and exuberant tone. She then noticed Sonja's disheveled appearance, not to mention the slowly waking Ashton on the floor nearby.

“I did not know that you and Scott were entertaining a guest?” asked Shara before she pressed her glasses back with her index finger, "I feel a little left out." Given the disheveled appearance of both of the girls, many conclusions could be drawn in that moment.

“Yeah, we had a long night," said Sonja with another yawn. She truly did not sleep well the night before. In fact, despite her general vitality she both looked and felt quite exhausted.

Shara gasped at Sonja, simultaneously intrigued and scandalized. "That beast!"

She immediately began to fuss about Sonja and ushered her back into the kitchen. “Oh, you poor thing! Here, let’s get you off of your feet. You shouldn’t be too active in your condition.”

She helped Sonja to the couch then sat down on the coffee table. The red head continued to fuss about Sonja happily for a moment then grinned at her.

“So, how long?” asked Shara.

“How long?” asked Sonja.

“You know, how long since this happened?” pressed Shara while she pointed at Sonja's belly.

Ashton rose up from the floor and rubbed her eyes. "Murr?" she asked intelligibly.

“Oh! It happened not long ago,” said Sonja with a tired smile while completely misunderstanding Shara's real question. She thought the red-haired girl referred to the long night spent sleeping on the floor.

“I see. So, Scott is taking responsibility, right?” asked Shara. She raised her left eyebrow and looked at Sonja curiously.

“Hmm? Sure, I guess,” said Sonja. "He took me by surprise to be honest."

“The cad!" cried Shara, once again scandalized by the antics of her precious Scott.

"That sounds rather mean spirited.” Shara shook her head. Who would have thought that Scott would act like that?

“You should have seen him earlier! He kept forcing us together, even grabbed my breasts and kept shouting mine over and over again," confided Sonja. She stretched again to relieve tension in her muscles. "I swear, I haven't been this sore and exhausted in a while, and I'm a fairly active girl you know."

“Amazing...” said Shara. Her face became flush even as a hint of drool appeared along the corner of her lips.

Suddenly, a loud roar echoed from the back of the house. Ashton cried out in surprise, “What in the world!”

“Oh. That’s just master,” said Sonja.

Ashton blinked then looked over to her. “Master? Oh, right... that thing you people do.”

“Yeah, he went to the bathroom,” said Sonja.

“My goodness, what did he eat to make him sound like that?” asked Shara innocently.

“He deserves it...” said Sonja. She leaned her head back and pouted up at the ceiling. This was what he deserved for the long hard night that she'd faced as his personal treasure pillow.

A loud roar echoed once more. Ashton immediately sprang forward. "Nothing human would make that sound, more like a bear!"

Sonja snickered lightly and asked, "Nothing human, eh?" in a tone too low for Ashton to hear.

Shara started toward the bathroom as well, just in case something exciting might happen. Sonja slid to her feet and grunted a bit. She followed quickly after the fast moving girl, however.

The moment Ashton knocked on the bathroom door it slid open a little. "Scott?" asked.

A hissing sound echoed from the room followed by a harsh and desperate outcry, "Faster, dammit!"

A sudden flash of light emanated from the room, just before Shara and Sonja arrived on scene. A brief second passed, but the moment it passed Shara kicked the door open. However, none of the girls was ready for the unholy terror which awaited them inside that hellish nightmare room.

A thoroughly human and completely naked Scott was perched on the toilet. His feet were on the rim of the bowl, his knees were opened wide so that every bit of his masculine business was presented in full, glorious, view to the ladies. Bent over backwards, with one hand he gripped the rim and with the other hand he reached upwards as though he sought the merciful touch of the heavens above to grace his presence. He looked for all the world like he was an exotic dancer caught in the midst of an all too erotic pose.

There was silence for a moment. He lowered his body slightly, though it did not change the view of the show at all, so that he could look at the door. Scott stared blankly at the girls. The girls stared blankly at Scott.

Unable to think of anything else to say in that most peculiar of situations, he spoke to the thoroughly surprised women in a flat monotone voice, “This is exactly what it looks like.”

None of the girls blinked in that moment. They also did not speak. Instead, Shara slowly pulled the door closed without otherwise moving. Their innocent eyes had seen true horror this day. Words could not express the depths of their suffering.

Scott sighed loudly then took a proper seat onto the toilet. He found it much easier to finish his current business in his human form. Though, he would need to take a shower. He glanced down at the floor, the mess that he wished to avoid creating was now quite prominently displayed in wild garish greens and browns.

“I suppose I should get the mop," he said with a long-suffering sigh. After he eyed the room for a moment and noticed its contents, he grunted. "Maybe go to the emergency room, too. Damn.”

It would only be a brief moment before he learned the truth of why he had appeared naked when he transformed into his human self. As it turned out, his desperation not to be seen in dragon form forcefully aided his transformation speed.

It was a remarkable discovery, indeed. His emotional state could increase or decrease the speed of his transformation, albeit with oddities and quirks involved. However, it would soon prove to carry with it a heavy cost. Finally able to relax, Scott began to use the bathroom properly only to discover to his horror that his clothing chose that moment to catch up with the rest of his transformation.

"God dammit," he cried out with a loud groan as the price of his rapid transformation was forcefully paid at the expense of the last shreds of his dignity. He just knew that it was going to be a long, long, day.